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From Mom, 4/29 -
Id like to start off by taking the time to thank you, the reader, and any potential donor, for taking the time out of your day to read this plea.
My name is Steven Losey and I am starting this GoFundMe for my mother's husband, Kyle Davenport. Neither of them know I'm doing this, and I'm pretty sure that if either of them did, they'd tell me not to try and that they would figure out their problems on their own. They are both very proud people, sometimes stubbornly so, but I know they need the help, so here I am with my plea.
About a month ago now Kyle went into the hospital as a precaution for shortness of breath and other uncomfortable symptoms, and long story short, a very large tumor was found to be centrally located inside his head, pushing on any and everything in its way and causing a litany of symptoms and problems. The diagnosis was to either go in for neurosurgery and remove it, with a 90% probability of success, or leave it be and have it slowly kill him. After much deliberation, my mom and Kyle elected to have the tumor removed, and this past Friday, the 16th of April, he went under at Vanderbilt University Medical Center and the head of the neurosurgery department himself conducted the operation. After 12 hours of surgery, it was a success and he was released to the ICU for recovery, where he is to this day.
Thankfully, my parents have excellent insurance and they weren't absolutely buried under a mountain of medical bills, but that is not the reason for starting this. After a biopsy of the tumor, it was determined to be cancerous, a very rare, 1 in 2000 form of cancer at that, and it is believed that there are other tumors likely hiding in his body somewhere, with more scans and testing to try and find them. Cancer doesn't just form in the brain without being elsewhere in the body. With this most recent finding of the tumor being cancerous, it is going to add untold hospital time to his stay, along with numerous more scans and tests and second and third order surgeries. The costs of all this are adding up quickly. What went from being a somewhat quick stay in the ICU with some inpatient therapy has turned into a hospital marathon with no end in sight. All of this is to say that neither my mom or Kyle will be working anytime soon and the bills aren't going to stop coming.
A little about Kyle now - To paint a picture of the kind of person Kyle is, my mom started dating Kyle while I was away at Fort Rucker for IERW training for the Army, and before I had even met the man he had agreed to let me use all the space in his trailer for my household goods once I returned from the training, until I could get back on my feet. It didn't even cross his mind to help someone else in need. In an increasingly ugly world, I can honestly say Kyle is one of the kindest, most caring, and most genuine people I've ever met. He is the kind of guy that would pick up a hitch-hiker, not give it a second thought, buy him a meal and try and give him the shirt off his back, before sending him on his way. He is adored by his children and everyone around him, from home life to his work life. He consistently goes above and beyond of what is asked of him at his place of employment, working longer hours than asked of him at the beck and call of his staff, not because he has to, but because he always genuinely wants to help and to ensure the job is done. He is a loving husband, father, and grand-father, and is adored by everyone he's met. I've known the man five years now and he has never once not sent me on my way without first telling me to "be safe".
As for my mother, long story short, she is a very proud and deeply caring woman and she would kill me if she knew I was doing this, which is why I'm not going to tell her. Without delving into our personal histories, she has fought her fair share of battles and this is just another one in a long list. They say God gives his toughest soldiers the hardest battles, and my mother is a testament to that.
All I ask of you, reader, is to find it in your heart to help a good man in a tough situation. I'm not here to start this to attempt to cover all the costs of everything that has happened and that will happen, but to attempt to give my mother and Kyle some breathing room with bills in the coming months. He obviously is going to be out of commission for a while, and it isn't looking like my mother will be able to return to work for some time now. Anything helps, and I'm really just hoping to be able to cover a month or two of bills to give them some room to breathe. Anything and everything at all helps. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read all of this, I really appreciate it, and I am sure my mom and Kyle will too.
Kyle and I can’t thank y’all enough for your donations. Your kindness and generosity have overwhelmed me.
But it is with great humility and appreciation that we accept these gifts.
My husband IS one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. He is one to happily help strangers, even sometimes when I think he’s being taken advantage of. But he always does it with a pure heart. This doesn’t mean he’s a sucker, it means he genuinely cares.
Steven is right in that we are proud people and have a very difficult time asking for and accepting help. But all I can say graciously is “Thank you!” And I know Kyle would say if there’s anything he could do to help you, he’d be happy to do it.
Id like to start off by taking the time to thank you, the reader, and any potential donor, for taking the time out of your day to read this plea.
My name is Steven Losey and I am starting this GoFundMe for my mother's husband, Kyle Davenport. Neither of them know I'm doing this, and I'm pretty sure that if either of them did, they'd tell me not to try and that they would figure out their problems on their own. They are both very proud people, sometimes stubbornly so, but I know they need the help, so here I am with my plea.
About a month ago now Kyle went into the hospital as a precaution for shortness of breath and other uncomfortable symptoms, and long story short, a very large tumor was found to be centrally located inside his head, pushing on any and everything in its way and causing a litany of symptoms and problems. The diagnosis was to either go in for neurosurgery and remove it, with a 90% probability of success, or leave it be and have it slowly kill him. After much deliberation, my mom and Kyle elected to have the tumor removed, and this past Friday, the 16th of April, he went under at Vanderbilt University Medical Center and the head of the neurosurgery department himself conducted the operation. After 12 hours of surgery, it was a success and he was released to the ICU for recovery, where he is to this day.
Thankfully, my parents have excellent insurance and they weren't absolutely buried under a mountain of medical bills, but that is not the reason for starting this. After a biopsy of the tumor, it was determined to be cancerous, a very rare, 1 in 2000 form of cancer at that, and it is believed that there are other tumors likely hiding in his body somewhere, with more scans and testing to try and find them. Cancer doesn't just form in the brain without being elsewhere in the body. With this most recent finding of the tumor being cancerous, it is going to add untold hospital time to his stay, along with numerous more scans and tests and second and third order surgeries. The costs of all this are adding up quickly. What went from being a somewhat quick stay in the ICU with some inpatient therapy has turned into a hospital marathon with no end in sight. All of this is to say that neither my mom or Kyle will be working anytime soon and the bills aren't going to stop coming.
A little about Kyle now - To paint a picture of the kind of person Kyle is, my mom started dating Kyle while I was away at Fort Rucker for IERW training for the Army, and before I had even met the man he had agreed to let me use all the space in his trailer for my household goods once I returned from the training, until I could get back on my feet. It didn't even cross his mind to help someone else in need. In an increasingly ugly world, I can honestly say Kyle is one of the kindest, most caring, and most genuine people I've ever met. He is the kind of guy that would pick up a hitch-hiker, not give it a second thought, buy him a meal and try and give him the shirt off his back, before sending him on his way. He is adored by his children and everyone around him, from home life to his work life. He consistently goes above and beyond of what is asked of him at his place of employment, working longer hours than asked of him at the beck and call of his staff, not because he has to, but because he always genuinely wants to help and to ensure the job is done. He is a loving husband, father, and grand-father, and is adored by everyone he's met. I've known the man five years now and he has never once not sent me on my way without first telling me to "be safe".
As for my mother, long story short, she is a very proud and deeply caring woman and she would kill me if she knew I was doing this, which is why I'm not going to tell her. Without delving into our personal histories, she has fought her fair share of battles and this is just another one in a long list. They say God gives his toughest soldiers the hardest battles, and my mother is a testament to that.
All I ask of you, reader, is to find it in your heart to help a good man in a tough situation. I'm not here to start this to attempt to cover all the costs of everything that has happened and that will happen, but to attempt to give my mother and Kyle some breathing room with bills in the coming months. He obviously is going to be out of commission for a while, and it isn't looking like my mother will be able to return to work for some time now. Anything helps, and I'm really just hoping to be able to cover a month or two of bills to give them some room to breathe. Anything and everything at all helps. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read all of this, I really appreciate it, and I am sure my mom and Kyle will too.
Organizer and beneficiary
Lisa Davenport
Beneficiary